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frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2314883464918695104?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2314883464918695104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2314883464918695104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drowning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never hated mathematics so much in my life before.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely lousy right now. &gt;:( &gt;:( &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1316865028225952925?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1316865028225952925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1316865028225952925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1316865028225952925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Was surfing the internet and I came across this site which posted lots of meaningful quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetestsin-ox.xanga.com/"&gt;http://sweetestsin-ox.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I get tired of this lifestyle. Running around with barely any time to think. Once in a while I just want to call you up, just have a day of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every moment we share, every smile, every touch, I become more certain that in you, I've found something I've looked for a very long time. I don't know what the future holds, but I do know how much your love excites me and how happy I feel when I'm with you. And, from this day forward, that's more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so many times, "you've got to take love slow." That's just something said by unsure people who don't know what it's like to fall, when you fall with all your heart. Wanting to be together every second you're apart. Must not know what it feels like to feel like this. Longing for each moment, waiting for each kiss. I could never love you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen, or who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. I figure life is a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you, to make each day count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to find beauty in the ugliest days. Don't you waste your life waiting for it to change. Just put on your dancing shoes and dance those cares away. If I'm The Sound Of Music, you're The Science of Sleep. Cause I'm obviously, and you're obviously, too young to care, too bold to love. Too naive to notice that sometimes all you need is some love to get by, to be alright, even when the world's falling off it's axis. I need a new love, someone to help me home when I'm drunk and can't stand up. Someone to tell me wrong from right, so I won't screw it up again. Maybe we could wait til the sunset sank, and devise a new plan to start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any minute I'm not with you, I hope I'll see you soon. There's just something that happens when you walk into the room. And instantly, I feel so complete. It hits me right about the time you kiss my cheek. And you give me this feeling, it's like no other feeling, but it knocks me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we could carve hearts out of falling stars, chase the wind down the winding streets, ride in cars for hours to nowhere. We're a mess, but that's fine, cause it's you and me. We're a mess, but that's fine. We don't need no time to keep up with the days. Hey, it would be fine if you want to come over at nine. We can lay on the floor and watch a movie that we've already seen. Or we can talk and touch with the radio on. We'll wait for a while 'til they play our song, then we'll dance 'til the moonlight's gone. We shake our hips and bite our lips. City nights, bike rides, and a simple sigh. Hey, it would be nice if you could forget all my lies. Cause I'm all grown up now and I hate the way they taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that people are so fickle, they fall in love at different angles. So really I could lose you just as quickly as I’ve gotten you. And that’s the kind of thought that’s got me nervous, and worried if you’ll really think I’m worth it, when the rush wears off and you’re left with this busted person. But if you tell me you will, I will do what I can to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like February, along with Tilly and The Wall. Pretty pictures and shirts that are too small, for my child-like figure that you're so in love with. I like the autumn's leaves and bright eyes. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, stands strong in my favorites of all time. Along with you, and your technicolor eyes. I love living life with you by my side, you're a smart kid with a beautiful smile. I like you, you like me. So let's lock all the doors, there's nothing outside we need to see, cause we've got love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they’d lock themselves in the car and get lost in each other’s eyes. They sang along with the radio. He’d whisper in her ear and she’d laugh at his silly jokes, even if they were pointless. He’d grab her hand and not let go. He had no idea how happy it made her. She’d rest her head on his shoulder, close her eyes and listen to their song as he kissed her forehead. She memorized the touch of his lips. She didn’t want to leave anytime soon. And he’d give her his jacket when she was cold. It’d be 3 in the morning, but they would still be tangled up in each other. She knew he was something special. It was different how he moved her. Because when he told her “Goodnight” it felt like “Hello”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-608932070337969548?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/608932070337969548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=608932070337969548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/608932070337969548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/608932070337969548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/quotes-after-listening-to-three-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1168612558047527826</id><published>2012-01-28T12:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:53:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Temptations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo2_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo2_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo3_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo3_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo4_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo4_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo5_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo5_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo6_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo6_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo7_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo7_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo8_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo8_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo9_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhnme463h1qdmfedo9_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST PERSEVERE. MUST NOT WATCH GOSSIP GIRL UNTIL END OF THIS SEMESTER. &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1168612558047527826?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1168612558047527826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1168612558047527826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1168612558047527826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1168612558047527826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/temptations-must-persevere.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2689829415603078509?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2689829415603078509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2689829415603078509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2689829415603078509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2689829415603078509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjT6VEbm7sg/TyA2Lm_F2hI/AAAAAAAACPA/BPgkm4TVGDA/s72-c/IMG_2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3391074831366851169</id><published>2012-01-24T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:56:43.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;能够遇见你 认识你 喜欢你 爱上你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPUc7w3G-WM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说这世界 不够完美不够好&lt;br /&gt;一定是在等我们 亲手给它变得美好&lt;br /&gt;就像爱 看起来 会那么少 一定是&lt;br /&gt;在等我们一起勇敢寻找一起找到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一片片落叶 为开出个花园&lt;br /&gt;手牵手捱过整个冬天&lt;br /&gt;每只蝴蝶 为了飞 为了翩翩起舞&lt;br /&gt;先做一个茧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最美海岸线 总是要很蜿蜒&lt;br /&gt;才足够让人忘返流连&lt;br /&gt;你的身边 要不是 比天边还遥远&lt;br /&gt;勇气怎么出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我终于住进你的心里 分享同一个世界&lt;br /&gt;身后错过痛过漫长情节 都变甜美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有我了解这幸福感觉&lt;br /&gt;美得值得去付出一切&lt;br /&gt;能够遇见你 认识你 喜欢你 爱上你&lt;br /&gt;感谢我每滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有你明白我有多珍贵&lt;br /&gt;好得值得你为我改变&lt;br /&gt;请你继续温柔交换我灿烂笑容 一天一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到永远那一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh 爱上你有多幸运 像是天使的礼物&lt;br /&gt;我们不要辜负这幸福 一定要更加幸福&lt;br /&gt;如果爱 真的是 那么的少 我们就&lt;br /&gt;一起守护 我们得来不易的爱 不被打扰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一片片落叶 为开出个花园&lt;br /&gt;手牵手捱过整个冬天&lt;br /&gt;每只蝴蝶 为了飞 为了翩翩起舞&lt;br /&gt;先做一个茧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最美海岸线 总是要很蜿蜒&lt;br /&gt;才足够让人忘返流连&lt;br /&gt;你的身边 要不是 比天边还遥远&lt;br /&gt;勇气怎么出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你终于走到我的面前&lt;br /&gt;完成所有的画面&lt;br /&gt;就算苦辣酸甜尝过一遍&lt;br /&gt;只剩喜悦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有我了解这幸福感觉&lt;br /&gt;美得值得去付出一切&lt;br /&gt;能够遇见你 认识你 喜欢你 爱上你&lt;br /&gt;感谢我每滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有你明白我有多珍贵&lt;br /&gt;好得值得你为我改变&lt;br /&gt;请你继续温柔交换我灿烂笑容 一天一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到永远那一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像是大雨过后晴朗的天 宽阔而耀眼&lt;br /&gt;每个黎明都 需要有夜成全&lt;br /&gt;往回看每兜一个圈&lt;br /&gt;每一条迂回的曲线&lt;br /&gt;都是为爱上你 必须留的伏线&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有我了解这幸福感觉&lt;br /&gt;美得值得去付出一切&lt;br /&gt;能够遇见你 认识 喜欢你 爱上你&lt;br /&gt;感谢我每滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有你明白我有多珍贵&lt;br /&gt;好得值得你为我改变&lt;br /&gt;请你继续温柔交换我灿烂笑容 一天一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到永远那一天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3391074831366851169?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3391074831366851169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3391074831366851169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You're nothing short of my everything." - Ralph Block&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1343136140859003721?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1343136140859003721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1343136140859003721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1343136140859003721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1343136140859003721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-youre-nothing-short-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3342154794606867183</id><published>2012-01-20T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:50:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is my homeland, and yet it feels so foreign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first tutorials today, and I was like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I saw the class. I can't believe that I'm the only local student in the whole tutorial group, what's more, all the foreigners are from okay-I-dont-have-to-mention-where-they-are-from-here-but-I-know-everyone-should-know-who-I-am-referring-to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda amazed at the stuffs that they do during tutorials. Sleeping, playing with phones, trying to come up with gawd-knows-what new physics equation. E=mc^5? I thought they only do such stuffs in junior colleges and secondary schools. But in university?!! Maybe they're just gifted, talented, smart, or they're extremely hardworking... Or they already learnt such stuffs in kindergarten?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why everyone said that it's super duper difficult to do well in EEE. Bell curve + presence of these people = cui gpa. It's highly competitive. In fact all engineering courses are competitive. It's difficult to score, and yet it's a dumping ground. (Ain't it ironic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;TOUGH AND BUMPY ROAD AHEAD TO PULL UP GPA. BUT I WILL PERSEVERE! &amp;gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's ridiculous when students are not allowed to swap classes using the system. Had to personally make a trip down to the school to request for a change. *prays hard that my class swapping is successful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you do not allow students to swap tutorial groups using their system, you should at least have a fair ratio of locals and foreigners in a tutorial group. If everything is really computer generated... Like seriously what are the odds of getting into a tutorial group with NO locals? The same group of peoplez are with mez for threez of my corez modulezsxszszszszsz. LIKE HELLO WHERE ARE ALL MY DEAR SINGAPOREANS?!!!!! &amp;gt;:( &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seriously too many of them. This place is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;infested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's look on the bright side. At least I'm able to ask them questions when I have a problem? I'm able to suck their knowledge? Suck their yang qi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR done venting out all my frustrations. Time to listen to recorded lectures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3342154794606867183?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3342154794606867183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3342154794606867183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3342154794606867183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3342154794606867183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-my-homeland-and-yet-it-feels-so.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-886263492697622224</id><published>2012-01-20T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:33:24.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serenity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall three feels exceptionally quiet tonight. Maybe it's cause almost everyone went for supperhop. Didn't hear the sound of the electronic tapper, the opening of metal gate, the laughters and chattering of people outside the block. Kinda miss the noise hahaha even though I used to complain to CT that his block is very noisy... &lt;-contradicting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to hall alone tonight as I didn't want to wake someone up, as he had canoe and rugby trainings today... The walk back was scary, everything was so dark and quiet, with the occasional laughters coming out from halls, or some random group of people loitering around the streets. Even the toad croaking sounded freaky! D:&lt;br /&gt;Tried to distract and not scare myself by looking up at the night sky, figuring out where the Orion belt was (phail cause cannot find), constantly refreshing the Facebook page, reading random updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd I made it back to hall...... Shall never ever try to walk from hall three back to hall four (the other way round not scary at all) again. SCARY MAXXXXXZXSXZSXZSZZXX. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have this very strong craving of drinking something sweet and cold right now. The vending machine looks extremely tempting when I passed by it on my way back to the room. RAWR shall just make do with the cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really have to sleep. It's already 219am and I'm having 830 lecture later. Might not be able to wake up. Bahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-886263492697622224?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/886263492697622224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=886263492697622224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/886263492697622224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/886263492697622224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/serenity-hall-three-feels-exceptionally.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2230376274848136362</id><published>2012-01-16T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:34:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start embracing and loving my hall, be thankful for the fact that I'm able to stay in hall and not spend 3 hours daily travelling through and fro to school. So what if my hall doesnt have aircon? I would probably sweat like zomgwtfbbq, but hey at least I have a place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows I might probably squat in someone's room next year when I don't get the chance to continue staying in hall (if nothing goes wrong ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just love to wander around the campus, walking from north to south spine, enjoying the breeze, the ruffling of leaves on the trees. PLUS I CAN BURN CALORIES BY WALKING. MORE IF I BRISK WALK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost can be a good thing too, because I get to wander around. In the midst of finding a particular lecture theatre or tutorial room I get to discover new places or hidden windy cosy studying spots where noone on earth can find you (sometimes discovering places at the expense of missing lectures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the campus late at night is awesome. If the night sky is clear enough, you'll get to see quite a bit of stars. Once in a while there will be people jogging pass you, and you can hear laughters or a few people gathered together chit chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I decided to stay in hall during the first year. The fun part comes when you stay in hall. I get to do lots of things that my parents would never ever allow me to do. Walking around late at night, sneaking out of campus once in a while to jiak kim street, giving people birthday surprises, crashing people's rooms, watching late night movies where we have to walk all the way from JP back to hall after the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess me and roomie wont be so close if we didnt stay together. It's like the first person I see when I wake up and the last person I see before I go to sleep is her. Geez I'll be sad when we don't get to room together again in the upcoming year. :(&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feel sorry for her. I mean if she hadn't waited for me to get accepted by NTU, she could have room-ed with her friend. And she would be staying in an airconditioned room right now. Should have told her to room with her friend, while I just make do with some random roommate. Who knows I might get to stay in an airconditioned hall, but probably with some foreign student...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to meet to CT for dinner. Can't think properly when I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2230376274848136362?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2230376274848136362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2230376274848136362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2230376274848136362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2230376274848136362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/hall-i-should-start-embracing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3668874979006040527</id><published>2012-01-13T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:05:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love her songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3668874979006040527?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3668874979006040527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3668874979006040527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3668874979006040527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3668874979006040527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-her-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-654628543943389630</id><published>2012-01-10T00:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:05:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level of intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm beginning to wonder whether it was a big mistake to "force my way into this place". Ever since I received my olevels results, I should have known that my strong areas were the arts subjects. I was never a science student. But I still chose to continue the science route in my jc, just because everyone told me that I'll have more courses to choose when I enter into the university. My alevels results were a pretty good indicator of my "science knowledge". And now I'm continuing the same route againnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to take a non-science related course in university... I was really keen on accountancy or some other HSS/FASS related courses. But sucky results cant get you into the desired courses. So you're left with all the unwanted courses which are easier to get in (aka dumping ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because I was too distracted before the exams? Was it because I didn't have enough time to study? Was it because I slacked too much in the beginning? I've been asking myself these questions for quite a while. And after knowing my semester 1 results, my answers are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO, NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I just didn't have the flair for science related subjects. I was supposed to have "an edge" in the previous semester because all the courses that I was taking were all alevels topics. Plus I didn't take part in any hall activities, and I had only &lt;i&gt;15&lt;/i&gt; AUs. I can say that I really tried my best in all the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, the results have shown that I'm not a science student. So why am I still continuing this path? Isn't it a waste of time and money? You'll just constantly disappoint the people around you. I have the urge to give up, even though it's just the beginning of semester 2. I really really really have to put in loads of extra extra effort this time round if I want to pull up my gpa. If not I would just waste 4 years getting a piece of worthless crap shit cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda broke down today in front of you. At times like these I feel really blessed to have you around. I feel so comfortable being around you, it's like being myself where I dont have to care about my image blah blah. Just when I needed that kind of mama-homely-reassuring hugs you're there for me. It's like you're becoming a bff where I can tell you all the random stuffs and we can talk about anything under the sun. The more things you know about a person, the more in love you are with him... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay I think I'm beginning to type stupid random stuffs. Time to sleepzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-654628543943389630?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/654628543943389630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=654628543943389630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/654628543943389630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/654628543943389630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/level-of-intelligence-now-im-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5289358799456767429</id><published>2012-01-08T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:01:02.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;That wtf awkward moment...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some random weird unknown guy asked for your number in front of your boyfriend. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5289358799456767429?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5289358799456767429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5289358799456767429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5289358799456767429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5289358799456767429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-wtf-awkward-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2252544691658299609</id><published>2012-01-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:53:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annoyed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all these shit. I feel like quitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2252544691658299609?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2252544691658299609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2252544691658299609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2252544691658299609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2252544691658299609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed-fuck-all-these-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3769686821757780054</id><published>2012-01-05T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:41:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that when you fall in love with someone, every single day you spend with them you fall in love with them even more. It’s like you find something else to love about them everyday. The way they laugh, the way they sneeze, even the way they blink. I think that’s how relationships last. When things are exciting, everyday you spend with that person is like an adventure into their soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3769686821757780054?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3769686821757780054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3769686821757780054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3769686821757780054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3769686821757780054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-that-when-you-fall-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8101499928192292765</id><published>2012-01-02T02:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:25:28.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dying down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT is so right. We'll eventually die down and stop talking to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad to see the way things are going. From the best UOC og to the half bonded og to the usual hall 9 people + newly adopted/hall 9 people + rest(non hall 9 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe the "usual scarlet gang" ain't breaking up, it's only me. I'm the one who's drifting apart from the group. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8101499928192292765?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8101499928192292765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8101499928192292765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8101499928192292765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8101499928192292765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/dying-down-ct-is-so-right.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3127761153516179426</id><published>2012-01-02T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:40:07.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am very much in love with this photo of me taken by you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWFtfd4wBGQ/TwCSrhuc-wI/AAAAAAAACO0/vXBmUZ4mCQg/s320/373866_10150416195747217_627337216_8763645_304682705_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692711205481544450" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3127761153516179426?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3127761153516179426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3127761153516179426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3127761153516179426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3127761153516179426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-very-much-in-love-with-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWFtfd4wBGQ/TwCSrhuc-wI/AAAAAAAACO0/vXBmUZ4mCQg/s72-c/373866_10150416195747217_627337216_8763645_304682705_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-971338157668417076</id><published>2012-01-01T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:38:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 hasn't exactly been a good year for me. First half of the year was hell, but things got better towards the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the events that have happened for the past one year, sometimes I can't help myself but wonder how did I manage to survive with all that shit. The disappointment, torturous wait, happiness, excitement, dilemma, and of course ending with bliss and luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Study extremely extremely hard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nicer to parents&lt;br /&gt;Try not to make CT worry so much about me&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthily&lt;br /&gt;Drink less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better time management&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to juggle between studies, relationship and UOC. If it comes to a point where I have problems coping, my studies are going haywire (*touches many wood), I might drop UOC. (anyway that extra 5 points gained isn't gonna grant me a spot in hall next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of 2012 started out well, given the fact that I was lucky enough to spend new year's eve with you. (Even though the countdown was an epic phail... We were watching soccer match while people were busy counting down, watching fireworks &amp;lt;-didn't get to see them this year :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for the things that I have and the people around me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-971338157668417076?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/971338157668417076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=971338157668417076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/971338157668417076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/971338157668417076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-2011-hasnt-exactly-been-good-year.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1609870167882558139</id><published>2011-12-29T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:53:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSE5MrIbPhE/TvyM5Lh7vHI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQWg7A-D59I/s320/IMG_2241A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691578943065013362" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1609870167882558139?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1609870167882558139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1609870167882558139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1609870167882558139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1609870167882558139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSE5MrIbPhE/TvyM5Lh7vHI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQWg7A-D59I/s72-c/IMG_2241A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2922685572972870435</id><published>2011-12-16T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:10:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;再許個心願 我的愛 把你佔領&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DHCBbAgfbbg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沁：我喜歡妳的眼神 溫柔又危險&lt;br /&gt;請不要戴上眼鏡 我會看不見&lt;br /&gt;想要張開雙手 把妳寶貝&lt;br /&gt;想和妳天天見面 想帶妳環遊世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飛：我喜歡你愛逞強 笨笨的笑臉&lt;br /&gt;在心中抬頭挺胸 堅定的信念&lt;br /&gt;這個遼闊世界 不夠完美&lt;br /&gt;但有了你在我身邊 什麼都很OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合：第一個心願 為你 把幸福堆積&lt;br /&gt;天涯到海角 頭髮到呼吸&lt;br /&gt;下一個心願 給你 最好的自己&lt;br /&gt;再許個心願 我的愛 把你佔領&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沁：為什麼為了小事 就要掉眼淚&lt;br /&gt;好像有太多的事 只能自己揹&lt;br /&gt;其實只要你說一句OK&lt;br /&gt;現在就立刻馬上 變成你的Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飛：這世上最重要的 不只是誓言&lt;br /&gt;只要你常常記得 親親我的臉&lt;br /&gt;我會永遠記得 這個今天&lt;br /&gt;還有很久的那一天 我也要有你陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合：第一個心願 為你 把幸福堆積&lt;br /&gt;天涯到海角 頭髮到呼吸&lt;br /&gt;下一個心願 給你 最好的自己&lt;br /&gt;再許個心願 我的愛把你佔領&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合：第一個心願 為你 把幸福堆積&lt;br /&gt;天涯到海角 頭髮到呼吸&lt;br /&gt;下一個心願 給你 最好的自己&lt;br /&gt;再許個心願 我的愛把你佔領&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO KOREA WILL BE BACK NINE DAYS LATER.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2922685572972870435?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7359959222109769292</id><published>2011-12-08T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:40:32.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ Chuck Bass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho4_r1_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 181px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho4_r1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho6_r1_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 181px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho6_r1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho7_r1_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 181px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthzdHR3C1qj0kuho7_r1_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7359959222109769292?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7359959222109769292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7359959222109769292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;br /&gt;All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-243870391302282007?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/243870391302282007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=243870391302282007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/243870391302282007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/243870391302282007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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love when I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;To fall&lt;br /&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;br /&gt;All of my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly goes away somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Beauty in all she is&lt;br /&gt;I will be brave&lt;br /&gt;I will not let anything &lt;br /&gt;Take away&lt;br /&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, &lt;br /&gt;Every hour has come to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I believed&lt;br /&gt;I would find you&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought&lt;br /&gt;Your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling, don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I believed&lt;br /&gt;I would find you&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought &lt;br /&gt;Your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a &lt;br /&gt;Thousand more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5606142004070054839?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5659547031518952449</id><published>2011-11-25T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:03:33.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been a long time...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because from this moment onwards, it's not always about YOU, but US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5659547031518952449?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5659547031518952449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5659547031518952449' title='0 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still have about 8 more hours to think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4905337742350906858?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4905337742350906858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4905337742350906858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4905337742350906858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4905337742350906858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/consider-oh-wells-you-still-have-about.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3692646962003847224</id><published>2011-11-21T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:16:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're not allowed to give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wont be able to understand computing even if you give me another 428432482913814 years to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT UNDERSTAND MEANS DONT UNDERSTAND LAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY TRIED MY BEST ALREADY. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3692646962003847224?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3692646962003847224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3692646962003847224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3692646962003847224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3692646962003847224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-not-allowed-to-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8331764284734945506</id><published>2011-11-20T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:40:56.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;Where we can both fall far in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QeWBS0JBNzQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT'S JUST THREE MORE DAYS. PERSEVEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8331764284734945506?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8331764284734945506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8331764284734945506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8331764284734945506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8331764284734945506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-gonna-run-right-to-to-edge-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QeWBS0JBNzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7570465584491145433</id><published>2011-11-19T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:58:59.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO I AM SO TRAUMATIZED BY THE CREEPY PERSON WHO STOLE MY PANTIES (THREE PIECES SOMEMORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SO DISGUSTING I DONT KNOW WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH IT............. :O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH OF SLACKING. I'M GOING OVER TO HALL THREE TO MUG NOWWWWW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7570465584491145433?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7570465584491145433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7570465584491145433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7570465584491145433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7570465584491145433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-hello-i-am-so-traumatized-by.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4337608058007291400</id><published>2011-11-18T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:28:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because we enjoy talking to the moon, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TQ_DPm8dmlo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours think&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;light up my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too.&lt;br /&gt;Or Am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like&lt;br /&gt;I'm famous&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;what I know&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the&lt;br /&gt;sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;someone's talking back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're talking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;light up my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh...Ahh..Ahh..)&lt;br /&gt;Ho hou ho ho hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every night&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 23 NOVEMBER FASTER COME QUICK I WANT MY FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMM! ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4337608058007291400?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4337608058007291400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4337608058007291400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4337608058007291400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4337608058007291400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-we-love-to-talk-to-moon-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TQ_DPm8dmlo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-45911784780732614</id><published>2011-11-15T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:16:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you can't stop listening to...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ahha3Cqe_fk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xWzlwGVQ6_Q?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and last songs I listen to when I wake up and before I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-45911784780732614?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/45911784780732614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=45911784780732614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/45911784780732614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/45911784780732614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-cant-stop-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ahha3Cqe_fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-825661573800168913</id><published>2011-11-13T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:09:30.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;那些年，我們一起追的女孩&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xWzlwGVQ6_Q?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS SHOWWWWW! IT'S SO HILARIOUS! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-825661573800168913?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/825661573800168913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=825661573800168913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/825661573800168913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/825661573800168913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-this-showwwww-its-so-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xWzlwGVQ6_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5163708931219489558</id><published>2011-11-11T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:36:37.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;11/11/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5163708931219489558?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5163708931219489558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5163708931219489558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5163708931219489558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5163708931219489558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-and-when-lights-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7493172681080090870</id><published>2011-11-10T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T02:08:55.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change of sequence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat,"thump, thump, thump", slowly drifting off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You wake up once in a while, finding him lying just right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at him, he smiled back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7493172681080090870?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7493172681080090870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7493172681080090870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7493172681080090870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7493172681080090870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/change-of-sequence-you-listened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4418699637804458877</id><published>2011-11-06T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:20:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather surprised when you came clean with me about your past yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you bothered to tell me, even though I knew almost everything beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't say it explicitly, but I could imagine everything that you did inside... The whole conversation was pretty awkward. I could tell from your facial expression that you were pretty embarrassed and regretful (or maybe you're a good actor). And I sounded like a broken track record, repeating the sentence of "You actually did it...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you accept it? Can you accept it? Can you accept it?&lt;br /&gt;Giving yourself more time to get to know him better isn't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4418699637804458877?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4418699637804458877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4418699637804458877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4418699637804458877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4418699637804458877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth-i-was-rather-surprised-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-879886695977268751</id><published>2011-11-04T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:54:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;男人男人, 多希望你是好人, 多希望用你的真, 让我不必再心疼&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that even if I were given the next few months to get to know you better things would still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know if you'll be serious this time round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD YOU SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON YOUR EXAMSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-879886695977268751?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/879886695977268751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=879886695977268751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/879886695977268751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/879886695977268751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-that-even-if-i-was-given-next.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6545431577250646872</id><published>2011-11-04T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:44:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hesitations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LRc-Qbf_0Dw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BACK TO DESIGNS. MUST MUG LATERRRRRRRRR &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6545431577250646872?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6545431577250646872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6545431577250646872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6545431577250646872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6545431577250646872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/hesitations.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LRc-Qbf_0Dw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3346438543319762491</id><published>2011-11-03T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:41:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being enchanted is one thing, getting together is another. (It's the same title)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so damn fucking right. Maybe it wasn't worth it after all. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT HE HAS A BAD TRACK RECORD. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT HE ACTUALLY... PLEASE DON'T ADD YOURSELF INTO THE "COLLECTION"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老朋友 WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU. THERE ARE SO MUCH THINGS I WANT TO TELL YOU. :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3346438543319762491?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3346438543319762491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3346438543319762491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3346438543319762491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3346438543319762491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-enchanted-is-one-thing-getting_03.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1889832020731904082?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1889832020731904082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1889832020731904082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1889832020731904082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1889832020731904082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-enchanted-is-one-thing-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7233788212875369812</id><published>2011-10-29T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:17:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSEVERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHH &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dLhFDYQHDQY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MORE WEEKS FOUR MORE WEEKS FOUR MORE WEEKS FOUR MORE WEEKS FOUR MORE WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWAITING HWAITING HWAITING HWAITINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7233788212875369812?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dLhFDYQHDQY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2754492876727607291</id><published>2011-10-27T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T03:27:20.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can always count on that someone whenever you're feeling frustrated or sad.&lt;br /&gt;It's heart-warming to know that he/she is always there for you, just a phone call or whatsapp away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enchanted to meet you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2754492876727607291?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1458428455451807301</id><published>2011-10-27T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:48:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously fuck computing. @$*)!@$!#^@*#)*$@)($_@#*^_%@(#$_~)@_$*@%)#(%_@#(%_@(#%_@(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same question, but textbook and notes provide different answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHICH ONE TO FOLLOW HUHHHHH. NOW I WONDER WHETHER IT WAS WORTH READING THE TEXTBOOK OR NOT. THANKS FOR MAKING ME MORE CONFUSED AT THIS HOUR. I AM REALLY GOING TO HAND UP A BLANK PIECE OF PAPER/CODING LATER. &gt;:( _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely annoyed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1458428455451807301?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1458428455451807301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1458428455451807301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1458428455451807301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1458428455451807301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/argh-extremely-annoyed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4510326658041913891</id><published>2011-10-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:31:39.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mind forgets to remind me&lt;br /&gt;You're a bad idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oKar-tF__ac?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you move is like a full on rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of reckless&lt;br /&gt;That should send me runnin'&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda know that I won't get far&lt;br /&gt;And you stood there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Just close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to hope you couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;What I was thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything now&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile&lt;br /&gt;Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind forgets to remind me&lt;br /&gt;You're a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;You touch me once and it's really something,&lt;br /&gt;You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my guard for the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;But with you I know it's no good&lt;br /&gt;And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything now&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile&lt;br /&gt;Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me up the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Won't you whisper soft and slow?&lt;br /&gt;I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything now,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on the sidewalk,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparks fly...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, smile...&lt;br /&gt;The sparks fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4510326658041913891?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4510326658041913891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4510326658041913891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4510326658041913891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4510326658041913891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mind-forgets-to-remind-me-youre-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oKar-tF__ac/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2543508579466463651</id><published>2011-10-26T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:45:48.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll be together for one more night somewhere, somehow &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiii Paranormal Activity 3 makes you feel extremely giddy and nausea after watching.&lt;br /&gt;And the walk back to school from JP was funnnnnnnn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sleeping soon I didn't realize it's so late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MUG COMPUTING LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2543508579466463651?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2543508579466463651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2543508579466463651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2543508579466463651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2543508579466463651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-be-together-for-one-more-night.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1300652563787315786</id><published>2011-10-23T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:51:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;If hearts were unbreakable,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cbhOVKhwO_4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've blogged too much today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTING HWAITINGGGGGGGGG :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1300652563787315786?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1300652563787315786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1300652563787315786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1300652563787315786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1300652563787315786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-hearts-were-unbreakable-okay-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cbhOVKhwO_4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7240219939685340678</id><published>2011-10-23T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:58:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not too late...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pull yourself out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one line reply after missing for oh-gawd-I-seriously-lost-count-on-the-number-of-hours. What the fuck? _|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7240219939685340678?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7240219939685340678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7240219939685340678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7240219939685340678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7240219939685340678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-151315731927565962</id><published>2011-10-23T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:56:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I can't take one more step towards you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to withstand all his nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he disappears for hours(not 1/2 hours, but &gt;12 hours) whenever he's out partying?&lt;br /&gt;Can you accept the wild side of him?&lt;br /&gt;The things that he does when he's drunk and high? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seriously I don't know what you do when you're in that state. &lt;s&gt;Okay I don't want to know either.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not having the mindset that I can change a person.&lt;br /&gt;You have to accept him for who he is, the things that he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to? Don't forget that you still minded the fact that he actually...&lt;br /&gt;Would he continue to do it while you guys are hanging out together?&lt;br /&gt;Would he take relationships lightly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless questions that I kept asking myself these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether it was worth going through all these, trying to convince myself, believing that he's actually turning better for once.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have this random thought of just giving up, stop talking to him, treat as though nothing happened before. You're just my friend's roomie, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I fell into the hole? At least now I'm trying to find an escape route. It's possible to climb out of it at this point. I can still see the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm glad for that night. If not for that night, we wouldn't have traded secrets, I wouldn't have known that you actually..., which was what that's preventing me from going all out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're enchanted to meet him, but you still have some reservations. You're holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be picky, just looking for someone who's actually decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-151315731927565962?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/151315731927565962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=151315731927565962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/151315731927565962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/151315731927565962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/penny-for-your-thoughts-are-you-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3950271520709750017</id><published>2011-10-22T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:34:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Ux6SlOE9Qk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely moody tonight. Even the beer that papa gave me just now isn't making me feel any better. :(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3950271520709750017?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3950271520709750017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3950271520709750017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3950271520709750017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3950271520709750017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-feel-like-man-when-you-push-her.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6Ux6SlOE9Qk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8768545536736092948</id><published>2011-10-22T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:17:38.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lonely boy -&gt; Only boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no1_r1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 202px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no1_r1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no2_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no2_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no3_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no3_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no4_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no4_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no5_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no5_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no6_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no6_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no7_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no7_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no8_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123x;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no8_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no9_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no9_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no10_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 123px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfp88Er0I1qd2k1no10_250.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much better when you guys were together. WHY NO MORE DAN AND SERENA ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8768545536736092948?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8768545536736092948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8768545536736092948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8768545536736092948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8768545536736092948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/lonely-boy-it-was-so-much-better-when.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7323438362004898971</id><published>2011-10-21T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:20:28.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was hoping that...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/csyg6xwcsYQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could gain some inspiration after watching him dance and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH IT'S SO SIMPLE BUT I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7323438362004898971?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7323438362004898971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7323438362004898971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7323438362004898971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7323438362004898971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-hoping-that.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/csyg6xwcsYQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7994516465306329862</id><published>2011-10-20T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:01:08.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;You: Have you ever talked to the moon before?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah, but I talked to my hamsters before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TQ_DPm8dmlo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Missing you all of a sudden.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I should start on my reflection paper. LIKE RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7994516465306329862?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7994516465306329862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7994516465306329862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7994516465306329862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7994516465306329862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-have-you-ever-talked-to-moon-before.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TQ_DPm8dmlo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3844196564457756136</id><published>2011-10-20T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:04:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really tried my best,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY I COULD S/U MY COMPUTING. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3844196564457756136?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3844196564457756136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3844196564457756136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3844196564457756136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3844196564457756136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/exhausted-if-only-i-can-su-my-computing.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4251357944147603877</id><published>2011-10-19T01:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T02:31:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since you have someone displaying care and concern for you, reminding you to keep drinking lots of water, asking you about your cough, and all the other small actions that he did... (Hahaha even though they sounded naggy at times, but I feel blessed? =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I almost forgot how thoughtful guys can become. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed? Touched? Did he make you go, "AWWWWWW SO SWEET!"? Not really... HAHAHA ACTUALLY I FOUND IT KINDA WEIRD. O.O&lt;br /&gt;Sorry luh nadiayeoxuemin hasn't gone through such thing for a long long long longgggggg time. I really really can't get used to it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to return your pullover just now... BECAUSE IT WAS BRANDED HAHAHA RALPH LAUREN (I KNOW I VERY CHEAPSKATE) PLUS THE MATERIAL DAMN NICE TO TOUCH LEHHHH. :D Was extremely surprised when you brought it for me, just in case I would feel cold in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I don't know I don't know. Enjoy hanging out with him =/= liking him? Someone please tell me what I am feeling right now. Am I feeling the correct or wrong way? &lt;s&gt;And that thing about him would always be the obstacle, holding you back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to hall three later in the night to collect my KOI = HELLO I CAN SEE YOU AGAIN. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowsy drowsy drowsy medicine taking effect again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4251357944147603877?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4251357944147603877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4251357944147603877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4251357944147603877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4251357944147603877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-wonderstruck-blushing-all-way-home.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7855317831418331440</id><published>2011-10-18T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:42:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspiration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I needed you the most? Please come now, don't ever leave me. I really really really really really need you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T START MY EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION REFLECTION PAPER WITHOUT YOU! :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL STEEL LATER =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7855317831418331440?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7855317831418331440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7855317831418331440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7855317831418331440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7855317831418331440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/inspiration-where-are-you-when-i-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2755744482544464143</id><published>2011-10-16T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:47:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do I love such songs now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LefQdEMJP1I?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2755744482544464143?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2755744482544464143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2755744482544464143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2755744482544464143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2755744482544464143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-do-i-love-such-songs-now-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LefQdEMJP1I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-963304563181869453</id><published>2011-10-16T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:42:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confused&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, EXTREMELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you actually felt something but it turns out to be otherwise instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老朋友 please tell me what to do. I'm really really really lost without your advices. I can't make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling drowsy and floating. Zzz can't adjust back from partying to mugging mode crap and I need to study for quizzes. FML FYL FOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-963304563181869453?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/963304563181869453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=963304563181869453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/963304563181869453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/963304563181869453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/confused-oh-yes-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3761801593504732296</id><published>2011-10-14T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:07:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deeper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sIjkVn_ro0g?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to let this moment go&lt;br /&gt;Touching your skin, and your hair falling slow&lt;br /&gt;When a goodbye kiss, feels like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it slow, I don't wanna move too fast&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last&lt;br /&gt;When you're up this high, it's a sad goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you feel so perfect, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you feel so perfect, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while?&lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3761801593504732296?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3761801593504732296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3761801593504732296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3761801593504732296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3761801593504732296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeper-i-really-hate-to-let-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sIjkVn_ro0g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8981152431834966293</id><published>2011-10-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:17:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I NEED TO PLAY CLUBBING SONGS WHILE STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME CANT CONCENTRATE WITHOUT LISTENING TO THEM. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8981152431834966293?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8981152431834966293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8981152431834966293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8981152431834966293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8981152431834966293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-dont-be-in-love-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5069416234683520047</id><published>2011-10-11T00:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:24:35.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your bad track record,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You have to trust in something -- your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever -- because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference. -Steve Jobs&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to read some speech delivered by him for effective communication tutorial and I came across this part which was rather O.O (couldn't find an appropriate word right now) for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened just now, a part of me was really hoping that you would ignore me for good. Then I would stop having people coming to tell me to "stop talking to him", "he's dangerous", "you're playing with fire"... HEY IT'S STILL TOO EARLY TO GAUGE :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart? Follow it? Maybe it doesn't even matter anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap I dont even know what I've just typed. They don't make any sense. I think I should continue mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5069416234683520047?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5069416234683520047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5069416234683520047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5069416234683520047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5069416234683520047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-bad-track-record-you-have-to-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4931266906258341129</id><published>2011-10-09T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:48:45.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the hole just got deeper again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lw0fETc9XEE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some songs are specially meant for certain people. No matter how hard you try to picture and think of another person when you listen to it, nothing just seems right. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember posting about this around one month back... Okay I can't believe that you actually fit into the song when I listened to it just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still too early to gauge. There's actually this "wall" that's preventing me from moving ahead. Now I know it's because of what you told me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老朋友 if you were still around what would you tell me to do? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4931266906258341129?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4931266906258341129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4931266906258341129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4931266906258341129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4931266906258341129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-hole-just-got-deeper-again-some.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Lw0fETc9XEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6849592963152370214</id><published>2011-10-09T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:09:24.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jar of hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I can't take one more step towards you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's waiting is regret&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore&lt;br /&gt;You lost the love I loved the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to live, half a life&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;br /&gt;If I am anywhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;But I have grown too strong&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to live, half a life&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, It took so long just to feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Remember how to put back the light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you broke all your promises&lt;br /&gt;And now you're back&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to get me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this song stuck in my head right now. I swear I'm not emo, this is a really really nice song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hesitated when you asked. Maybe it's because I don't know you well enough yet. Maybe it's because I find it weird and awkward to go out with you. Maybe it's because of what you told me that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap the more I think about it, the more I find the UOC shirt design a piece of shit. Dreads the next official meeting. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6849592963152370214?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6849592963152370214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6849592963152370214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6849592963152370214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6849592963152370214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/jar-of-hearts-i-know-i-cant-take-one.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8v_4O44sfjM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6514925284819220370</id><published>2011-10-08T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:53:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it took you so long to wake up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely foolish, stupid and retarded of me to get wasted over someone who doesn't give a fuck about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care anymore, he can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will never ever drink so much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged, you replied, I replied, you replied... &lt;br /&gt;Reply? Maybe......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6514925284819220370?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6514925284819220370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6514925284819220370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6514925284819220370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6514925284819220370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-it-took-you-so-long-to-wake-up-but.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-4456819066713163091</id><published>2011-10-07T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:03:59.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my mates are all there trying to calm me down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm shouting your name all over the town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I'm extremely noisy and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie must be traumatized and looking at me in a different way after last night. Sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-4456819066713163091?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/4456819066713163091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=4456819066713163091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4456819066713163091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/4456819066713163091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-my-mates-are-all-there-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-92718304098740225</id><published>2011-10-06T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:44:31.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losing interest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are a bunch of motherfucking jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've made my point, it's time to sleep. UOC shirt/jacket design is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 342am. Well done man, you just screwed up your biological clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-92718304098740225?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/92718304098740225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=92718304098740225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/92718304098740225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/92718304098740225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/losing-interest-guys-are-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-647034285486843765</id><published>2011-10-05T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:30:57.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jet lag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="248" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ntSBKPkk4m4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it where you are?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than anything&lt;br /&gt;Back at home you feel so far&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin’ lonely livin’ upside down&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna be in this town&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to figure out the time zones makin' me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Five more days and I'll be home&lt;br /&gt;I keep your picture in my car&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought of you alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been keepin' busy all the time&lt;br /&gt;Just to try to keep you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to figure out the time zones makin’ me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jet lagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad [x5]&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share your horizon&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And see the same sunrising&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss when you say good morning&lt;br /&gt;But it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jetlagged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-647034285486843765?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/647034285486843765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=647034285486843765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/647034285486843765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/647034285486843765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/jet-lag-jetlagged-what-time-is-it-where.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ntSBKPkk4m4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6773787219368820971</id><published>2011-10-03T23:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:36:19.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's a big hole right in front of you, the whole world has tried to warn you. But being the stupid idiotic retarded and stubborn me, I still choose to walk right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking into a lion's den, I'm heading straight for the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's telling me to stay away from you, everyone's telling me that you're dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;There's a high possibility that nothing will happen, but I'm still taking chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all"... Does this sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I keep listening to your favorite songs these days. &amp;lt;-oh gawd what on earth do I want exactly right now. Stop thinking about the past, stop thinking about basketball hello you no longer love them anymore okay. &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6773787219368820971?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6773787219368820971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6773787219368820971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6773787219368820971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6773787219368820971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/cause-you-know-id-walk-thousand-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7957897797609933214</id><published>2011-10-02T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:03:23.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Way back into love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cbYGomf2BEU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;[Drew Barrymore:]&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hugh Grant:]&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need 'em again someday,&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time,&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;Ooo hooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;[Drew Barrymore:]&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hugh Grant:]&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to she'd some light,&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Middle-eight]&lt;br /&gt;[Drew Barrymore:]&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S MY ROOMIE IS GOING CRAZY. :O:O:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7957897797609933214?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7957897797609933214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7957897797609933214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7957897797609933214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7957897797609933214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/10/way-back-into-love-verse-1-drew.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cbYGomf2BEU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7077050519081607112</id><published>2011-09-30T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:57:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until further notice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really really really want to but I cant.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's impossible. Because it's heading nowhere. Because nothing will happen...&lt;br /&gt;But I like being around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You can't control your feelings but you can control the things that you do" - Shub&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont do anything unless........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop thinking thank gawd I have so much things to do in the upcoming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the second month and everything is going the wrong way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7077050519081607112?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7077050519081607112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7077050519081607112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7077050519081607112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7077050519081607112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/until-further-notice-i-dont-know-where.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8868124559217948835</id><published>2011-09-29T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:05:50.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger(?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont want to spend another night crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont want to spend the whole night listening to your favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont want to spend the night staring at that piece of drawing of you on the noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont want to spend the night looking at your Facebook profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm crashing _______ tonight. It's not right, but fuck it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really really really need to talk to someone right now. :(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8868124559217948835?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8868124559217948835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8868124559217948835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8868124559217948835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8868124559217948835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/stranger-because-i-dont-want-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3442461654685840329</id><published>2011-09-29T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:29:07.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you told me that this was your favourite song,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9CkKuA86Mis?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna crash _______ nowww... :(:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3442461654685840329?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3442461654685840329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3442461654685840329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3442461654685840329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3442461654685840329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-told-me-that-this-was-your.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9CkKuA86Mis/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3957656244824228581</id><published>2011-09-27T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:39:14.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO I LOVE DISTRACTIONS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljuzkn9DOZ1qd2k1no1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 243px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljuzkn9DOZ1qd2k1no1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3957656244824228581?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3957656244824228581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3957656244824228581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3957656244824228581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3957656244824228581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-i-love-distractions.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5706622180499372979</id><published>2011-09-27T23:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:29:49.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOSSIP GIRL IS BACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o1_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o4_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o4_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o2_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o2_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o6_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o6_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o3_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o3_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o5_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6pyqYQiR1r061r1o5_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously my life can't get any more awesome :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5706622180499372979?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5706622180499372979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5706622180499372979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5706622180499372979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5706622180499372979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/gossip-girl-is-back-seriously-my-life_27.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3777866025898064609</id><published>2011-09-26T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:42:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn't matter anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, I shouldn't bother about what you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really have to constantly remind myself not to think too much about certain things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3777866025898064609?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3777866025898064609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3777866025898064609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3777866025898064609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3777866025898064609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/overdoing-you-really-have-to-constantly.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1339154747305974985</id><published>2011-09-24T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:47:18.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happens in the club, stays in the club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KQ6zr6kCPj8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please never drink on an empty stomach. Hahaha kthxbai tired maxxxx. Jonny's chalet later. Off to catch some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1339154747305974985?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1339154747305974985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1339154747305974985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1339154747305974985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1339154747305974985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happens-in-club-stays-in-club.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KQ6zr6kCPj8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5808071371187624874</id><published>2011-09-21T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:07:29.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;跳舞 ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XNtTEibFvlQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5808071371187624874?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5808071371187624874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5808071371187624874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5808071371187624874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5808071371187624874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XNtTEibFvlQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3031700901207781360</id><published>2011-09-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:35:44.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to know the person better, all the more you won't want him/her to have a bad impression of you.&lt;br /&gt;Because all of a sudden, you actually cared about what he/she thinks of you. You don't want him/her to see you as that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of reasons to crash... Come all the way just to see........... D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3031700901207781360?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3031700901207781360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3031700901207781360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3031700901207781360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3031700901207781360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-brother-onlyyyyy-even-though-really.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-1089947954975904425</id><published>2011-09-20T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:02:39.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Busy bee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through my planner book and I realized that I'm fully booked for the month of September and half of October.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my Saturdays are packed with birthday celebrations... :O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really got no time to meet up with secondary and jc friends &amp;lt;-it's impossible since guys are only free during weekends. And I cant possibly spend my weekends going out with friends.......... Still need to mug one lehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh time is never enough. &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-1089947954975904425?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/1089947954975904425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=1089947954975904425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1089947954975904425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/1089947954975904425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-bee-was-looking-through-my-planner.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2421266473047237940</id><published>2011-09-19T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:59:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYECANDY (NOT). =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2421266473047237940?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2421266473047237940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2421266473047237940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2421266473047237940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2421266473047237940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-hahahaha-i-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7522190881480273219</id><published>2011-09-17T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:03:43.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;寂寞寂寞就好&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone posted this song on Facebook and went to listen to it. 很好听 leh! 超喜欢它的歌词 (YAY CHINESE FTW Y^^Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DyFIzKYQQYE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是原来那个我&lt;br /&gt;不过流掉几公升泪所以变瘦&lt;br /&gt;对着镜子我承诺&lt;br /&gt;迟早我会还这张脸一堆笑容&lt;br /&gt;不算什么 爱错就爱错&lt;br /&gt;早点认错 早一点解脱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就好&lt;br /&gt;这时候谁都别来安慰 拥抱&lt;br /&gt;就让我一个人去痛到&lt;br /&gt;受不了想到 快疯掉 死不了就还好&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就好&lt;br /&gt;你真的不用来我回忆里微笑&lt;br /&gt;我就不相信我会笨到&lt;br /&gt;忘不了赖着 不放掉&lt;br /&gt;人本来就寂寞的 借来的都该还掉&lt;br /&gt;我总会把你戒掉 Oh WU Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是原来那个你&lt;br /&gt;是我自己做梦你又改变什么&lt;br /&gt;再多的爱也没用&lt;br /&gt;每个人要每个人的孽障因果&lt;br /&gt;会有什么 什么都没有&lt;br /&gt;早点看破 才看得见以后 OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就好&lt;br /&gt;这时候谁来都别来安慰拥抱&lt;br /&gt;就让我一个人去痛到&lt;br /&gt;受不了想到快疯掉 死不了就还好&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就好&lt;br /&gt;你真的不用来我回忆里微笑&lt;br /&gt;我就不相信我会笨到&lt;br /&gt;忘不了赖着 不放掉&lt;br /&gt;人本来就寂寞的 我总会把你戒掉&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7522190881480273219?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7522190881480273219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7522190881480273219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7522190881480273219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7522190881480273219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/saw-someone-posted-this-song-on.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DyFIzKYQQYE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2658975161524584628</id><published>2011-09-16T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:59:57.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noisy drunkard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tonight, I finally understood why some people love to drink so much. It's bad, but it helps to alleviate the pain that's inside, even though it's only temporary. It's awesome when the first thing that you wanna do when you reach hall is to lie on the bed and sleep. Your mind is so tired up till the extent you can't think properly. All you could think of is sleep, sleep and SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2658975161524584628?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2658975161524584628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2658975161524584628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2658975161524584628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2658975161524584628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/wx.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8414746675235033869</id><published>2011-09-15T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:05:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Average sleeping time: 3am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LAxZjRMkO9M/TnDgau5MqBI/AAAAAAAACMM/pGJsLYH9lCw/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652264282219128850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many many many many (x349184953281038529 manys) thanks to Jieqiang and CL's roomie for the snacks! (Even though the Famous Amos wasn't meant for me and I kept complaining that it's damn fattening) &lt;-okay I know you guys would never ever get to see this. BUT WO ZHEN DE HEN GAN XIE NI MEN! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but these stuffs keep me going throughout the night (I KNOW IT'S DAMN FATTENING TO EAT AT THIS HOUR D:) &lt;br /&gt;Zomg famous amos was like a miracle drug that woke me up after eating them. NOW I CANT SLEEP HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8414746675235033869?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8414746675235033869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8414746675235033869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8414746675235033869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8414746675235033869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/average-sleeping-time-3am-many-many.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LAxZjRMkO9M/TnDgau5MqBI/AAAAAAAACMM/pGJsLYH9lCw/s72-c/IMG_1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7081171127195934092</id><published>2011-09-12T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:52:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reminder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quQD3la7bwE/Tmz01w0pNuI/AAAAAAAACME/BFCToVDjc7s/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651160836919080674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello please please please focus focus focus. &lt;br /&gt;RAWR WHY DID S START ASKING ABOUT W ON THE PHONE JUST NOW. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay got things to blog about, but I needa rush econs tutorial + mug for quizzes. I am starting to feel the stresssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7081171127195934092?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7081171127195934092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7081171127195934092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7081171127195934092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7081171127195934092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/reminder-okay-got-things-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quQD3la7bwE/Tmz01w0pNuI/AAAAAAAACME/BFCToVDjc7s/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7555367091506605896</id><published>2011-09-11T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:20:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Long gone and moved on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of last night thinking and I'm determined to put everything behind me. I'm moving on, picked myself up from the mess that I was in since last year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting all the unhappiness and exasperation(it's seriously one of the most awesome word on earth because it sounds chim plus I can stop typing irritated and annoyed from now on ^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay no more annoying bff to annoy me anymore, since he enlisted on Friday! Y^^Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't smoke, you don't really drink, you don't club, you're super duper uber nice, you have small eyes, you have dimple.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously you have almost all the qualities that girls want (okay minus the small eyes and dimple part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was pretty shocked when couz told me that lots of guys don't drink, club and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously all the guys that I've known almost my whole life (start counting from secondary school), either smoke, drink or club. =X&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WHY HAVENT I MET MORE OF SUCH GUYS HUHHHHHHH. I SWEAR I CAN USE MY TEN FINGERS TO COUNT THE NUMBER OF GUYS THAT I KNOW WHO DOESNT CDS (CLUB, DRINK, SMOKE) :O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE I WANNA KNOW YOU PEOPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. THIS IS SO UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like crying whenever I think of what happened that day. I didn't cry because I'm sad. I cry because I feel so stupid and foolish for wasting my time and money over nothing. It was the first time I spent four hours waiting for someone, even though I know it was partly my fault blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't eyecandy anyone anytime soon, after two times of eyecandies 形象被破坏了. Even if I have to eyecandy, I am gonna choose someone whom I never ever will have the chance to get to know him. =) &lt;br /&gt;But seriously what are the chances huh? After what happened last year, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything is possible&lt;/span&gt;. Eyecandy can suddenly become your study buddy zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is really damn sianz and sucky. It's realizing your eyecandy isn't what you thought he was. It's something like if one day I found out that Jay Chou is actually gay zomgwtfbbq *touches many wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more no more no more, moving on moving on moving on, focus focus focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the last time I blog about you. Sorry to all those who have been reading my blog. After today there won't be anymore interesting entries. It would only be,"Hi blog, guess what I did for the entire day? MUGGING!", "HI I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD COMPUTING", "YAY I FINISHED ALL MY TUTORIALS" BLAH BLAH BLAH THAT'S ALL KTHXBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to mugging again. Uni really screws up your sleeping pattern zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7555367091506605896?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7555367091506605896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7555367091506605896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7555367091506605896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7555367091506605896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-gone-and-moved-on-spent-whole-of.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3790631897927709218</id><published>2011-09-09T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:27:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding dress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="271" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qIt6KCwlFPw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite korean song, even though I dont know what on earth he's singing about. (Yays at Taeyang's small eyes =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3790631897927709218?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3790631897927709218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3790631897927709218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3790631897927709218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3790631897927709218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-eyecandy-someone-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qIt6KCwlFPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3170312458308931902</id><published>2011-09-08T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:07:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are the trees growing well?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm so happy for you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3170312458308931902?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3170312458308931902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3170312458308931902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3170312458308931902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3170312458308931902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-trees-growing-well-yay-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6438757925914144139</id><published>2011-09-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:22:49.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="271" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OfsZyYPLoI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever get sick and tired of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO MUG. I NEED MY TEXTBOOKS WO DE TIAN AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;And the mugging continues! 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6438757925914144139?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6438757925914144139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6438757925914144139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6438757925914144139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6438757925914144139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-quarter-after-one-im-little-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1OfsZyYPLoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6012671141457173299</id><published>2011-09-07T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:09:06.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY YOU SO AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b7oKLUIFYeo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou's sad love songs make people emo, but they cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I keep rewatching this video. I WANNA GO FOR ANOTHER JAYCHOU CONCERT. WO YAO QU LOUD FESTIVAL CONCERT LEH. :(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:40%;"&gt;And I'm having crazy thoughts of wanting to spend the night at........ again. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6012671141457173299?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6012671141457173299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6012671141457173299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6012671141457173299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6012671141457173299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-you-so-awesome-jay-chous-sad-love.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b7oKLUIFYeo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5645030514895578379</id><published>2011-09-06T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:36:07.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suck it up. Suck it up. Suck it up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing I can do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/__2j5QGDyjo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liwen's not in the room now. Sometimes I wish she doesn't come back. Sorry it's not that I dont want to see you... It's just that I enjoy spending time alone in the room, blasting Jay Chou's songs and singing along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I like that one? Why am I so weird?&lt;br /&gt;It's either spending time alone in the room, or go and find..... :/&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong... I actually love to spend time there. Maybe it's the people.. Or it's something new, a different environment. But now I just cant seem to find a reason to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dont know why I posted the 晴天 music video. &amp;lt;-It's extremely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleted the whole chunk of shit that I've typed for the past 15(?) minutes. Some things are best kept in the heart. RAWR time to mug - best avenue to make you forget about everything. GPA UP UP UP. 5.00000000000! &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5645030514895578379?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5645030514895578379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5645030514895578379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5645030514895578379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5645030514895578379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/suck-it-up.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/__2j5QGDyjo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6617239833465825234</id><published>2011-09-05T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:14:38.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can we get this back to how it used to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, your messages never fail to put a smile across my face. But that "feeling" isn't there anymore. No more smiling until cheeks cramp + heart skipping 348124198942180 beats + blushing for 92384018421 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt happier and so much better when I received your texts. They made me forget all about the exasperations, the unhappiness that I've had for the past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back. You can't get back that kind of feeling, even though you want them badly. Hahaha silly crushes where you get contented easily, you know nothing is gonna come out of this but you don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously better than the current situation. So disgusted, annoyed, disappointed (because eyecandy 形象又被破坏了...). Ah wells............. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should message you whenever I'm feeling down. Receiving a one word reply from you I also happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the trees growing well? (I wish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6617239833465825234?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6617239833465825234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6617239833465825234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6617239833465825234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6617239833465825234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-we-get-this-back-to-how-it-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-678054457252925209</id><published>2011-09-04T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:54:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;可是泪水就连泪水也都不相信&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ooqDc0Ig174?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome vocals! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NOT EMO. Exasperated + disgusted + pek cek =/= EMO &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-678054457252925209?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/678054457252925209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=678054457252925209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/678054457252925209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/678054457252925209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ooqDc0Ig174/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-8687111431061644657</id><published>2011-09-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:36:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate fishing. I am not a bloody fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. No more no more no more.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably nice, unbelievably weird.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my thinkings are too conservative, after all we're living in a society where everything is free. Free of charge, free will, free to do anything we want. (Sorry damn shag now. I cant think properly. Four hours of sleep and I'm floating, still in the clubbing mode zzzzzzz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant accept this kind of casting the net, hoping fishes would catch the bait. If that's the case, this means you won't really like and cherish it. It's because you like something that's why you go for it, and not trying your luck..... &amp;lt;-AM I MAKING ANY SENSE HERE!?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in summary I cant accept this fishing thing. Thanks you just made me disgusted and more exasperated at you. I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&amp;lt;-needs extra emphasis to prove my point) annoyed and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai I'm gonna KO anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-8687111431061644657?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/8687111431061644657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=8687111431061644657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8687111431061644657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/8687111431061644657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-fishing.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-2216731849563633266</id><published>2011-09-02T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:40:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU MADE MY DAY =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Jie Qiang says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;are u in NTU now?&lt;br /&gt;as in physically there now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;naaadia says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er noooooo&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;why leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Jie Qiang says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lar&lt;br /&gt;wan to give u some food from taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;naaadia says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;WO YAO WO YAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Jie Qiang says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or u wan a domokun handbag?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;naaadia says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;I WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;WO YAO WO YAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Jie Qiang says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;greedy sia&lt;br /&gt;everything also wan&lt;br /&gt;so i reserve the bag for u bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;naaadia says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IT LOOKS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;THE BAG&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BIGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Jie Qiang says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i describe?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;A4 bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;naaadia says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I SUPER DUPER EXCITED&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I DAMN EXCITED&lt;br /&gt;I WISH IW AS IN NTU NOWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ARE YOU GOING BACK CAMP AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER SO EASILY SATISFIED. &lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY SUPER DUPER HAPPY + EXCITED + HIGH NOW WHEEE HAHAHAHA CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW TOOOOO! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-2216731849563633266?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/2216731849563633266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=2216731849563633266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2216731849563633266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/2216731849563633266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-made-my-day-tan-jie-qiang-says-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-379459835807947026</id><published>2011-09-01T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:45:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exasperation killed it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to reply I am supposed to reply I am supposed to reply&lt;br /&gt;But I aint replying but I aint replying but I aint replying&lt;br /&gt;Why why why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened yesterday changed the way I treat this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;A part of the enthusiasm inside me has died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still care, but not as much as before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive passive passive&lt;br /&gt;Go reply go reply go reply&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy I am lazy I am lazy&lt;br /&gt;One more step to becoming "I cant be bothered" one more step to becoming "I cant be bothered" one more step to becoming "I cant be bothered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna reply after publishing this post? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe. See my mood luh. One/two hours later then I reply. Not much of a hurry anyway. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-379459835807947026?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/379459835807947026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=379459835807947026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/379459835807947026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/379459835807947026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/cooling-i-am-supposed-to-reply-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-539290905237826543</id><published>2011-09-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:19:24.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;This song reminds me of my 老朋友&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="271" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother&lt;br /&gt;She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,&lt;br /&gt;I've never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand,&lt;br /&gt;There's a boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well,&lt;br /&gt;I've had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;What I never did is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;They're worth so much more after I'm a goner&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Go with peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where you are right now. Are you happy over there? Can you see us from wherever you are? Do you know how much we miss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were still around. Listening ear, advices... Oh gawd I really took you for granted in the past. :(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-539290905237826543?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/539290905237826543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=539290905237826543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/539290905237826543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/539290905237826543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-song-reminds-me-of-my-if-i-die.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-708343516354085291</id><published>2011-09-01T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:37:40.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You won't be angry at him if he didn't mean anything to you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so much better after last night's heart to heart talk. It forced me to stop denying and just face it and admit everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know you mean something to me, but I really don't know what that something means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou shall never have heart to heart talks on nights where I have lessons the next day. (Like a total shag now &amp;gt;:( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd, I'm beginning to get kinda scared after looking at the increasing number of people visiting my blog. GEEZ WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE. DAMN SCARY. NOW I HAVE TO REALLY WATCH WHAT I BLOG ABOUT MANXSZXSZXZS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-708343516354085291?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/708343516354085291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=708343516354085291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/708343516354085291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/708343516354085291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-wont-be-angry-at-him-if-he-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-7698121925910231314</id><published>2011-08-31T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:00:12.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;After six years... Are the trees still growing well?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lw0fETc9XEE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;Same old tired, lonely place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls of insincerity&lt;br /&gt;Shifting eyes and vacancy&lt;br /&gt;Vanished when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes whispered "Have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;Across the room your silhouette&lt;br /&gt;Starts to make its way to me&lt;br /&gt;The playful conversation starts&lt;br /&gt;Counter all your quick remarks&lt;br /&gt;Like passing notes in secrecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering question kept me up&lt;br /&gt;2 AM, who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder 'til I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pacing back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were at my door&lt;br /&gt;I'd open up and you would say&lt;br /&gt;It was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me praying that&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first page&lt;br /&gt;Not where the story line ends&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will echo your name&lt;br /&gt;Until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I held back&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you know&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs are specially meant for certain people. No matter how hard you try to picture and think of another person when you listen to it, nothing just seems right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still feel something whenever I see you in school? That &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt; feeling... Even up till now, a part of me is angry at myself for not working harder during Alevels. We could have been in the same faculty. (could haves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the trees growing well? Are the trees growing well? Are the trees growing well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I'm long over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-7698121925910231314?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/7698121925910231314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=7698121925910231314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7698121925910231314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/7698121925910231314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-six-years.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Lw0fETc9XEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-6544043663849995014</id><published>2011-08-30T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:26:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything that happened on 30 August 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock, the tears, the helplessness, the sadness, the blah blah oh whatever my vocabulary is limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole procession, the walk, the coffin, the praying, the folding, the closing, the cremation, the last goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老朋友 I really really really really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm feeling so tired all of a sudden, too shag to think of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai I am really really really really very very very sad now. EMO TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;You'd make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-6544043663849995014?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/6544043663849995014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=6544043663849995014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6544043663849995014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/6544043663849995014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-year-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-5451014891917175135</id><published>2011-08-29T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:24:44.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I wonder...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I have no problems handling HTML/CSS codes, then why do I struggle with programming? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY awesome Jay with guitar ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-5451014891917175135?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/5451014891917175135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=5451014891917175135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5451014891917175135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/5451014891917175135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-wonder_29.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884792.post-3241140732224647360</id><published>2011-08-29T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:05:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened yesterday, I realised not many people come to visit you as often as I did. (Or maybe they dont even visit you ever since you left)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder you used to tell me that people will forget about you after a while once you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay but I really miss you. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15884792-3241140732224647360?l=--complicated--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/feeds/3241140732224647360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15884792&amp;postID=3241140732224647360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3241140732224647360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15884792/posts/default/3241140732224647360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--complicated--.blogspot.com/2011/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>naaabei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
